Left In Lurch Smirch Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Left In Lurch Smirch



Treason's plight:
bloom uncultivated,
polluted outright,
sentiments unsated.

Hurt heart stripped,
in mourning,
degraded, whipped,
unheeded warning.

Naught allays
troubles great,
love faraway,
closed gate, cold grate.

Deep despair:
betrayal gave
salty grave
welcome where
none care.

Cleansing wave.

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(1 May 2012)
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